'I 'ope you're bloody satisfied, you bitch, ' he said. 'Oo are you callin' a bitch, my lad?' I says. 'You!' 'e says. The bloody council served a notic... on me an' if anyone complains about noisy music they'll take all me bloody kit away.' 'Good on 'em', I says. 'Serve you bloody well right an' don't you start mouthing me or I'll 'ave you bloody evicted as well. You need to start thinking about other people for a change. If you do they might even come to like you, including me. But you go on. When I said no to those options, he asked to just see me naked. I finally relented, removing my clothes and letting my boy – who was then just 14 – look me up and down while he masturbated. After he blew his load, I quickly dressed and rushed out of his room. For the next 6 months, I had avoided being in the same room alone with him for any extended period. That wasn’t because I was ashamed of what we had done, but because of the way it had made me feel, and the thoughts that had come to my. I have want it to be more like my own fantasy. I adapt the story (create chyoa chapters, review the formatting and maybe in time some alternative choices.) I also adapt it to the norm of age that is used here since the French law is not the same about age. The story was originally published in French on the site histoiresdecheznous2. I don't know who the original writer is and also have no way to contact him, so I can't ask for permission, if he sees this story and wants me to remove it then he. ’ ‘In the time that your daughter has been home, has she in any way, shape or form, made any reference to resenting Ms. Rodriguez?’ Again my mother shook her head. ‘No. As far as I know, Crystal hadn’t seen Ms. Rodriguez since she was sent foster care. Until the day she met Ms. Rodriguez at the mall.’ Mr. Wallace nodded. ‘She never showed in any way, through word or deed that she wished Ms. Rodriguez dead?’ ‘No.’ ‘Thank you, No more questions.’ Mr. Wallace moved back over to his seat. The judge.